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o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
le soleil est vers le haut
treize ans toujours
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
le ciel
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
je suis une femme
travails de la terre
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité

 



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